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by fnovelpiaMirabelle stood blankly at the situation unfolding before her eyes.
My lips are dry.
My mind was completely white.
My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt.
My eyes couldn’t take my eyes off the skull.
That person… That person?
That skeleton is your dad?
High treason?
Are you trying to hide a witch?
That can’t be possible.
Could there be some misunderstanding?
Mirabelle remembers that day as vividly as if it happened yesterday. He was the one who cruelly kicked me out of this place a few months ago. I couldn’t believe that such a man died as a criminal.
Because I had no doubt that he would have sold himself and survived on his own.
Mirabelle feels dizzy.
This situation is just confusing.
At that time, Karami, who was watching from the side, touched her chin and expressed her thoughts in a serious voice.
“Hmm, to sum up the story, my tail was stepped on. The knights noticed Miss Mirabell’s presence.”
Witches are maternal blood relatives.
The knights and priests who found out that the couple had a daughter followed them to the city.
“The man thought that he could die if he stayed with the witch, so he sold Miss Mirabell to a slave trader. I’ll do it and get some money.”
He dropped the witch, but they already had a history of working together. So the knights came looking for the man.
“The knights came to this man and said they would spare his life if he handed over Miss Mirabell, but they failed to do so. Even if I tried, I couldn’t. Because at that point, Miss Mirabel had been sold into slavery and moved out of the city.”
Karami’s voice flows into my ears like water.
“But the Knights thought he was intentionally hiding it. Because it’s my daughter. Who would ever think that a person would sell his daughter into slavery.”
that… go?
“In the end, he failed to prove his innocence and was executed. Jaeseungjabak (自繩自縛). He fell for his own tricks. How ridiculous is this?”
Yes, that’s it. Karami’s analysis is absolutely correct. The man abandoned himself and then died.
“Haha… .”
Mirabelle smiles.
But it’s a somewhat awkward laugh.
It’s not like I’m smiling, it’s like my mouth is twitching.
The man who sold himself was executed and made a spectacle. It’s a refreshing story. You can be liberated with a relieved heart.
But for some reason, it doesn’t feel cool.
Is it meaningless because the object of revenge has disappeared? Like Colton once warned?
It’s subtly different from that.
My heart feels tight.
Why is this like this?
I felt like I was missing something important.
‘What was your father’s last appearance?’
Pale complexion, like someone being chased by a ghost.
With rough hands he handed himself over to the slave trader.
Those eyes of his… .
“… … .”
I don’t really remember.
“I worked so hard to get revenge, but I can’t believe I’m dying alone. He is a self-indulgent man to the end. But it’s okay. Isn’t there some magic we learned?”
Magic that interferes with the soul.
If that’s the case, you can get the revenge you haven’t achieved yet.
If you complete your revenge with your own hands, this frustrating core will also be relieved. clearly.
“First, let’s start with the girl next to us. Since she died unjustly, wouldn’t it be better to let go of the grudge?”
Mirabell slowly nodded her head as heavy as a stone and moved her heavenly pledge towards the skull. Manage magical power and cast magic.
However, no change appears.
“Has the soul been worn away by time? Or maybe I left this world because I have no regrets about life.”
Normally, Mirabelle would have wondered how her master knew so much, but her thoughts did not flow in that direction right now.
Because next is the man’s turn.
The anxiety of what if the man’s soul did not appear like the girl’s soul echoed again and again in my heart.
“Miss Mirabel. Let’s hear it directly from his mouth. Why did you abandon yourself?”
Mirabelle’s staff moves sideways, shaking uneasily.
And then, cast the spell again.
Saaaa… .
This time there was a change.
A swarm of pure white light fills the dawn plaza.
The skull sparkles.
A white haze swirls and flows down to the ground like smoke.
Smoke accumulating and accumulating.
The blurry shape gradually became clearer.
“Ah… .”
Mixed with Mirabelle’s lament, it takes on a unique form.
What appeared was one man.
A middle-aged man with a soft expression.
As he slowly moved his head and looked around, Mirabelle called out to him in a low voice.
“Dad… ?”
The man’s name is Harold.
Harold’s gaze, reacting to the sound, lands on Mirabel. When he made eye contact with Mirabelle, Harold looked shocked.
“Mi, Mirabel… ? Are you really Mirabelle? Well, that can’t be possible. It must have been handed over to a slave trader… ?”
Harold looks around in confusion. The moment I realized where this was, my complexion turned pale. Enough to be recognized even though it is a ghost with an overall whitish glow.
“You, you… !”
Harold took steps so roughly that he thought he heard a thud.
“Where did you come here! Go quickly! How can we not go?!”
Harold tries to push Mirabell away. However, the hand just passes through Mirabelle’s body and has no effect.
After trying several more times and realizing it was no use, Harold looked down at his translucent hands.
“What is this…? ?”
Karami intervened.
“You are dead, Mr. Harold. What you see now is just an illusion created by your soul.”
“Da, who are you? What is my name?”
“The name is Karamira, a slave trader. He is the owner of Miss Mirabell.”
“Slave trader? The owner of Mirabell? I am… Dead?”
Harold couldn’t escape the sudden flood of information, but that only lasted a moment. Because it wasn’t the situation to dwell on such trivial things.
“That’s not important. It’s not like the slave trader I remember, but anyone can do it as long as it’s not a priest. Mr. Karami, won’t you take Mirabel with you and leave this city?”
“Can I ask why?”
“That’s… .”
“Is it because Miss Mirabel is a witch?”
“How do you do that?!”
Karami just shrugs without saying a word.
Harold, who had been standing as if his soul had been lost, did not move back and forth and fell flat in front of Karami.
“Please, please. Please don’t tell anyone that this child is a witch! Whatever I… .”
Harold was about to say he would, but he was already dead. All I can do for the living is to say hello and tell them to come as late as possible.
A slave trader is a self-serving being.
There is nothing I can bet on.
What was coming was endless despair.
A quiet square. However, that silence was filled with indescribable pressure. The atmosphere was so heavy that it felt like the reaper would jump out.
A frivolous laugh that distorted it as if it were nothing rang out.
“Haha, you don’t have to worry about that. I care so much about my slaves. Especially an excellent slave like Miss Mirabell.”
“… … .”
“It’s weirder than that. I heard that Mr. Harold sold Miss Mirabel to a slave trader, and he is no different from any other father who worries about his daughter. Isn’t that right, Miss Mirabel?”
Mirabel flinched.
She was feeling it too.
A strange feeling stabbing my chest.
In the whirlpool of mixed emotions, I just held the cane tightly. If I do this, I will feel a little more at peace. It didn’t really have any effect now.
“I couldn’t help it… There was no other option but this!”
Harold let out an angry roar and fell to the ground, pouring out the misery of that day.
“We had to send it as far away as possible. To places where the rumor that a witch has appeared cannot reach. But the knights were chasing them, so someone had to take the time… .”
“Mr. Harold took on that role.”
“… is it so. Even if I die, I have to keep Mirabel alive. But that didn’t mean I could send Mirabell alone. There are a lot of demons outside the city, so you will never survive. I had to find someone to protect and take care of this child. But no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find anyone suitable.”
“So you chose a slave trader?”
Harold nodded heavily.
“Cute and pretty girls like Mirabelle are marketable, so we don’t treat them carelessly. I was confident that at least my life could be guaranteed.”
Harold’s judgment was undoubtedly correct.
Mirabelle, with the blood of a witch, exudes a mystery that cannot be hidden by her status. It harmoniously matches the beauty of a pretty girl, creating a charm that steals attention.
Thanks to that, Mirabell survived.
From Praxhu, we took a carriage to Calia, the capital of the Kingdom of Traul, which was a few weeks away.
She was exhibited at the kingdom’s largest slave auction, and her demeanor was neat and clean, like that of a child from an aristocratic family.
All desired objectives were achieved.
By the time she got there, the girl’s heart was already torn to pieces.
Karami sneers.
“To protect your daughter, you handed her over to a slave trader. There is no contradiction like this. Even as a slave trader, it is a ridiculous idea.”
Harold raised his head at those words.
“You don’t know how your parents feel! Do you know how a parent feels when they have to hand over their child to a slave trader? Do you know the feelings of parents who want to just live there, even though they know for sure that it will be a dead place?”
Harold venting his anger.
Actually, Karami’s reaction was sour.
“It’s a needlessly touching story. I don’t feel like taking revenge like this. Isn’t that right, Miss Mirabel?”
Mirabell did not answer.
I couldn’t answer.
It’s just frozen in place like a statue.
This can’t be happening.
Something is wrong.
Are you saying that your father sacrificed himself for you?
I need to check.
I won’t believe it unless I see it with my own eyes.
Mirabell once again creates mystery in the square. A magic that reads soul memories.
Harold’s memories are played like a video.
What you see is the scenery of that day.
Harold coldly passes the burden to the slave trader, and Mirabell cries and stretches out her hands. But the small hand just struggles and cannot reach.
The following video.
A back story you didn’t know about.
Harold was captured by the knights.
Trapped in a dark dungeon.
Getting my fingernails pulled out.
My fingers are broken.
Frying with a soldering iron.
Going into a pit full of snakes.
After going through all the torture, they were hanged and left alive while they still had a little consciousness.
chin.
Karami covered Mirabelle’s eyes with her hands.
“Let’s stop there. It’s not good for your emotions.”
A serious bass sound that feels like it’s the first time we’ve heard it since we’ve been together. Mirabelle dropped the arm holding her cane, and soon after, the video disappeared.
Karami’s hands were filled with hot liquid.
Mirabelle looked.
Harold, who saw himself walking away and smiling every day.
Harold, who never once opened his mouth while being tortured.
Mirabelle realized.
A hidden story.
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